Home from a family dinner, I picked up my book to quietly end the evening. I started to doze. Bedtime. Where was my little stray cat? Wide awake I began my search. No Cleo! We had found her near death, two winters ago about this time. She hated the cold. But, I opened the door, faced the frigid wind and called her name. Nothing. I called again. Was that her little purr cry? Cleo? The sound came again. And then, there she was on the deck, hurrying past me, safe inside.
Silly cat! It got me thinking. She loves to be outside, but not in winter. We can be the same; love lots of things that start out great and quickly become a disaster. Choices that lead to financial loss, addictions . . . desperation. But, running will only lead to more trouble. The answer to what seems impossible is very near. It comes in the form of the God man. Born in a stable, He came to earth to experience what we feel in this broken world. And in so doing, He made the only escape that promises peace, joy, eternal life and a true friend who will walk with us all the way.
